Heroes Never Die

A sort of version for waiting for Godot.

Two young men waiting front to a church door a third guy. Each night, talking , expecting, one of them leave around two hour o clock.

Not bad, maybe boring, reminding many other French films defined by conversations in night, of friends, about everything.

Starting from the simple truth than it is the first film by Alain Guiraudie , the indulgence of viewer can not be so reduced. The atmosphere of presumed late summer , the dialogue itself, the small things confessed one to other are enough for not see Les heros sint immortels as a waist of time.

And the common points with samuel Beckett sounds itself not so bad.